Thursday, October 4, 2007

jersey city is fully full of art all wknd long. oh joy to joizie city.

i'll have my new chapbook. 'ursus horribilis'. or 'ernest vs. the demon bear' an illustrated long poem about fighting a giant bear. jeff burns contributed art in addition to the drawings i did. first thing i've made of mine. oilcan press presents #3. yippy. i'll do a run of 25 to start. 5 bucks.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

for the sake of the skunk. in the shape of the thunk. for the sake of the thunk. chunk chunk. for the sake of the thunk of chunks of kathunk. bedunk the gunk. for the sake of the thunk for the sake of kachunk kachunk kathunk for the sake of the sound of the striped devil called the ornery skunk for the sake for the sound. for the sake of the skunk. for the thunk of the hunk of plunk. for the strunk of the monk. for the sake of the sound. the thunk, the voluminous thunking thwacking & tapping & tippeta-rapping for the sake of the sound. best listen in on the outward blooming machinery. for the sake of the speed of the sound which we wish to hear a loud sound. louder than evry holler. louder than louder. for the sake of the sound. the motion of filling another line or page & pursuing another ding across the margins of time carriage of time and frenetic movement and all these ideas calling out and over upon each other. these thoughts pursue. it's definite for the sake of the sound. any really will suffice. though there is the aesthetic reckoning. do i enjoy it? because i enjoy some things who are unlistenable but other things much more appreciated i can't abide. but to try is something right? forth & for'ard. this'n was for the sake of the sound. the sound of the thunk. the sunk of the monk. the bunk of the chunk. for the sake of the sound. for the sake of the shake. for the shake of the sound the shake of the sake of the sound. the sound of the lost and the sound to be found in mounds of thick thunk and clinkclunk. the guts in the cut. the sake of the sound. thinkthunk clinkclunk. for the sake of the sound. for the make of the mound. the sound of the mound. the moan of the crown. the moan of the mound the sound of the mound. the quake of the sake. or the sake of the sound. the motion of the count... the account of the words of the weird found in a dark box. for the sake of the sound. the sought of the wrought. for the sake of the squeak. for the real of the squeal. for the screech of the scream for the sake of the mound for the sound of the mound for sounds come from the mound. for the moan of the mound. the scrapes and screams. for the sake of the rake of the sake of the sound for the sake of the ground below the mound. for the sound of the mound. for the sake of the sound of the mound. fro the competition. for the restitution. for the imposition. for the rumination. for the sake of the sound. for the real of the deal. for the sake of the squeal of the real. for the sake of the sound of the thunk of the skunk. for the sake of the sound. for the age of the page and the wage of the mage. for the magic of the tragic. for the fool. for the sake of the sound. for the sound of the mound. for the sake of the sound. for the sake of me. for the sound of the ground growling below. for the sake of the deep growl. for the depth of the sound. sure sound for the sake of the mound. for the sound of the mound the quiver and slurp. for the sake of the sound of her mound. for the sake of the sound. for the mound of sound. moundsounds. for the sake of the sound bellsounds. moundsounds. bellsounds. for the sake of the ground below the sound you hear. for the make of the now sound from what's that sound? for the sake of the question. for the asking's sake. for the sake of the sound of the mound. for the mound. for digits or ribbons o glowing pink orbs. for the sake of the sound of the mound. for the sound of the mound. for the sake of waking pleasures. for the sake of the sound of the mound. for the mound. for the thunk of the chunk. for the hunk of the monk. for the sake of the sound. for the light of the lantern. for the sound of the mound ground into the sake of the sound. for the sake of the sound ground into the mound. for the sake of the found. for the sound of the astounding hurtling mound. for the sake of the confusion. for the confusion of the sound. for the sound. for the sake of the for the sake. for the sake of the sound around the mound. sound surrounds the mound as the mound surrounds. for the sake of the sound for the hound of the ground. for the sake of the sound of the ground mound. for the sake of the sound of the mound of sound. for the sake of the molehill to mount 'pon the mounting. for the sake of the sound of the mound of sound. for the sake of the wake of the make of the sound of the mound for the sake of the sound of the mound.

pine needle carpet; a cold swampy mess.a hot hot long parking lot; traintracks that end.highways that connect to highwaysthat connecto to highways... divertdivert to the twisting two-lanes & discoverit's hard to be efficient followingthe tight contours of the countryside.topography of riverrun and water fall.evry dim meander is a road.evry atlas an encyclopediaof misdirection.

how can you be right to goto that strange and distant place?what'd you ever lose there?

if evry doubtful byway is anotherto get thereand the atlas has never held enough detail.

there's that unknown thing with infinite namesthat never name itthis desire, that desire.question. that question demands an answer& that answer was the question in the first place.

if a highway exit is a sortiethe french for an outingamerican for a fighter pilot's mission.

the bourgeosie ride a gilded carriageto a small hillock (miss muffet's nearby)for a picnic with a view of battle.they look out over crumbcakeat something they dont even realizeis happening in front of them.

if a farmer come by and tole emwould they care or listen? if a gypsycome along and sung the song of battlecould they hear above the dinof slurping curds & whey?

if a highway exit is a missiona sortie into the unknowable suburbsof the upper middle nowherethat looks reamarkably likethe lower leftern somewhere

even though the climactic differencereally only has to do with the weather.

leave the geography alone.quit askin so many kweshtuns.somebody with opinions like yrsbest know when to keep his mouth shut.

if a highway exit is a missionif a sortie is a picnicif an atlas is an exitevry exit is an in.

dint find my roadso i took em all.

they skirt round the mountains thereand come back to the circlewhile others head off yondah.

well, i guess it wasnt this exiti knew i shoulda...

if a book is an exityou know the way inoff a cloverleafon luckynumbered highways

let bygones be& keep yr ear to the railnose to the boneshoulder to the stone.

put yr back into it mancant just leave itin the ditch like thisthat's noway nowhere.

*expatiate: (L expatiari) to go out of one's coursewander; 1) originally to roam or wander freely; hence, 2)to speak or write at length; elaborate or enlarge (onor upon).*

what i thumbed across while i lookt for the definitionor inroad. where does an inroad go? in geography? on a map?an inroad is a sudden invasion or raidlike a sortie, a mission, an inrushmore direct than a byway or gonean unmappable missionthru not completely hostilebut completely confusedterritory.

we expatiate (as opposed to expatRiate)push our feeton thru the heavy pavement;elaborate our shoestil they stay on.there is no needto enlarge or enlengthen the roadsthey are interminable, incorrigible, imperturbable.they call and crawl to each otherthey are the constraintswebbing & nettingthemselves about the many tangled limbs of entropy.

and we walk the ley lines of empathy & forgetting.

what'd you ever lose there? as though to sayyou better oughta lose somethinafore you go lookin round for more.never ask a questiontil there's no other way.

you need to lose thingsto find things.seems like somethinga simp or philosopher would say.even if it's a lot more truethan 'what'd you ever lose there?'

i've never known what it was i lostwhen i ws never there beforejust because i ws never there beforedoesnt mean i wasnt.

best know when to keep yr mouth shut.that's good advice.hide & watch.

best know when to keep yr mouth shuttiming is evrything& some things are better left unsaid.

if you know when to shut yr mouthit should be easy to talk.

taking the lay of the landyou got to have a way

if an atlas is an exitevry exit is an in

didnt find my roadso i took em all

if a book is an exityou know the way in

you got to have a way of seeing & sayingevry way out is another way inwhen all you remember is what evryone else forgets.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

evry morning it's the same day. same thing evry morning. same thing evry day. same. same thing evry morning. another day. another not her day. same morning it's evry day comes same thing again. it's the same thing evry mornin. sun comesup. sun comes in and shines a shrine thru vines. same thing evry morning. some sun shines thru me til i'm awake or confused enough to get up for the same evry thing. it's the same thing evry day. oh it's the same day we ate yesterday. to say to slay the same say of yesterday. to say the day same side. evy morning it's the same side of the sun shines on the same side of my sleeping face. the same face always on the same side as when the sun shone the other way. the same sun sears confused flesh. stains the rain. evry morning it's the same rain steamed aside by the same sun sears my sleeping skin. same shame screams the same day game says the same thing evry morning. day plays grey frays of same. name the same game in frames of blame... it's the same thing evry morning. it's the same thing thing evry morning. it's the same. it's vines climb & wind the morningshine. it's the same vine and shine and pickle brine. the same say breaks the day against the hard reign of a granite rain. it's the same rate of rain. it's the same thing evry morning. it's the same same. same frame in the same name's forgetless game of shame. it's the same thing evry morning. it's the same morning evry flame plays the same game. samegame plays the shameframe mainsane. sameframe. it's the same thing evry morning. sameskin glows in sameglim. it's the same thing evry morning it's the same thing in breaking day. it's the sameskin in sunsear's glow. it's the same thing evry morning. it's the same. same. light same day. it's the same thing evry morning. the very same morning the very same sun shined bright like samenight sameframe. the same same sames same same, same. soma seema same-ah. soma seemah same-ah. the same damn thing the same damn place the same damn players. it's gettin fuckin monotonous. same damn dame inna same damn game. same damn thing. evry morning it's the same damn thing. another damn day. shrineshine samegame. it's the same thing evry morning. the samegame blamed on the same light from the same clean sun. it's the same thing evry mawnin. it's teh same to say evry day. it's the same name. it's the same thing evry way to prey on day. same prey plays the way the sane flame of shame in a game of twain. sametrain flames sleeping skin. it's the same damn thing evry morning. it's the same damn thing evry day. it's the same same evry same. same damn thingg evry morning. in the same englamed grime of morning sweat & unfocused light it's still the same damn logarhythmic or utterly illogical loopings of the same units of same. same damn same damn same damn same. sooth the same damn way. same damn thing same damn day same damn players. same. same sayers say the same dame sooth the same damn way. it's the same thing evry morning. i say it's the same damn day the same damn way. securing change in the same damn stray lighyt whether there's light to show the way or just a guess based on what seems consistent: same damn thing. it's the same thing evry morning. it's the same thing evry morning. it's the same thing evry morning. it's the same damn thing. it's the same thing evry morning.